my favorite five disney treats

Get ready for Disney overload, guys!

Now, I'm going to try not to get overly mushy here, about Disney being the most magical place on Earth (but for the record... it totally is). For the seventy-eight or so days leading up to our venture, I was making endless lists of the most magical treats to eat at the parks and nearby resorts. And while there wasn't nearly enough time to try everything, you can bet I have some tasty treats in mind, for our next trip. But for now, these five made it to my "fab" list.


We were craving a sweet treat during our adventures in Magic Kingdom, so we took a stroll through the Main Street Confectionery, where we found this pretty Beauty and the Beast themed "Belle Cupcake". With the sprinkles, pearls and rose icing, it was almost too pretty to eat. Almost.


No trip to Disney would be complete without Mickey-themed snacks. We found this Mickey pretzel at one of the snack carts in Hollywood Studios. We incorporated it as part of our well balanced dinner (pretzel in one hand and cheese dip in the other, of course). And on the last morning of our stay, we ventured over to Ohana at the Polynesian resort for a true family-style feast, complete with Mickey face waffles.

On a slightly sweeter note, I continued the waffle-crawl experience by starting the morning off at Magic Kingdom with a Fresh Fruit Waffle Sandwich from the menu at Sleepy Hollow.

To top off a what can only be referred to as a week of the best dining ever (sorry, mom), I splurged on this baby: a Mickey Kitchen Sink Sundae, aka the Mickey Pants. Not only did I feel like a champ for finishing the three different ice cream flavors I picked, but I paraded my champliness to the world, as I carried around a pair of over-sized plastic Mickey pants through the park for the rest of the day. If you ever find yourself on Main Street, Magic Kingdom, stop by the Ice Cream Parlour to experience the magic for yourself. (Okay. I know I promised, but it really is magical.)



a little lizzie in us all

Dress (Marshalls), Shoes (Kate Spade), Hat (Kohl's), Necklace (J Crew)

I like to think that there's a little Lizzie McGuire in the best of us. You know, that little animated voice in our heads (circa 2003) that somehow says exactly what we're thinking in the best comical way possible? She dances a little crazier, has the best witty comebacks, and also calmly makes a fool of herself on the daily? If you don't know what I mean, I'm equal parts jealous of and sorry for you. I also would recommend reading this, so you can get the full effect of what I mean (you're welcome).

My personal inner-Lizzie was in full on swing last weekend, at my first doctoral residency. This was a formal gathering - where timeliness and professional attire was the rule. And of course, most attendees are dressed in suits, well into their careers with tons of experience on their resumes, and a little older than me. So... obviously, I show up in my teacher sweater, looking like I'm twelve, a good 45 minutes late, thanks to my superb directional skills. As I'm peering through the windows, waiting for a break in the speech this nice director is giving, so I can go in quietly, I make friends with a very kind man who is working for the evening. And then it happens. In an effort to help me rip the band-aid, he SWINGS open the door and practically pushes me in to this great big room full of people!! I guess he thought the people inside were clapping because the speech was over. Spoiler alert: it wasn't. With all eyes on me and my lateness, I slide around from table to table, trying to find my spot, while my little animated voice was yammering a mile a minute all sorts of awkward and enviously comical one-liners. Throughout the terribly awkward dinner, I spilled my guts and dissertation plans to someone I wasn't even sure was my advisor and tried really hard to pretend I knew what "standards aligned system" was.

But at the end of the terribly awkward dinner, that kind man who pushed me into the room full of sharks came up to me. Honestly, I didn't know whether to kiss him or just really arm wrestle him. He threw me into a situation I wasn't ready for. And despite all of my preparation for that moment, I looked like a complete fool. But as this guy smiled and shared jokes as he cleaned our table, I realized that I'm pretty thankful he was there. Who knows? If he didn't push me, maybe I would have stood outside that door for the entire evening. If I wasn't thrown into this wild thing I was so clearly unready for, I wouldn't have embraced my inner awkward self, met the people I'll be growing with over the next three years, or found out what that "standards aligned system" was.

Ultimately, we have to go with it - whatever we're thrown into, whether we feel ready or not. And I really like to think that there's a little Lizzie McGuire in us all; waiting for the right time to break out dancing into the unknown.

Ready or not, here we come!